Lord Blavier’s eyes dart around as darkness closes in around him. This is never how he pictured he would go. Anger burns deep in his chest, his hatred for the rogues consuming him even in the end. A man steps over him, wearing dark robes. His face is concealed.
“Do you understand the concept of second chances, Blavier?” the man says, his voice seeming to fill everything. The voice sound warm and soft, but sinister at the same time. Blavier, unable to speak for some reason, simply groans. “Good. Because right now I am offering you one.” Icy fear begins to press down on Blavier’s chest as he realizes that the darkness has stopped closing in around him. Somehow this….this thing has delayed his demise. “What if I could offer you a bigger picture. There’s more to life than hunting rogues you know…” Another groan. “So glad you agree. We’ll get to that bigger picture in a little bit, but first, I feel I owe you a little explanation.
“My name is Stan. As I’m sure you have realized, I am a user of dark arts. The opposite of a wizard. A warlock. Now, I can smell the fear pouring off of you. I’m sure you’re thinking right now, ‘aren’t all of the warlocks banned?’. Well let me let you in on a little secret. The mods aren’t as powerful as you think they are. I have seen their weaknesses. I have learned to exploit them. I am free now.
“How is this possible? Well, that’s something you’ll learn some other day, but not today. Back to the original point, you see, I have this…hatred, similar to your hatred of rogues, only mine is bigger. My hatred burns for this entire world. I was ridiculed at a young age, tossed aside, and forgotten. This world did nothing for me, and therefore I owe it nothing but my wrath. The mods stopped me once, but that will not happen again. This time, I will have my vengeance on this world, and everyone shall be consumed by my wrath.
“But you see, in order to do that, I need some help. As you know, all other wielders of the dark arts are long gone now. So instead, I must look to this world’s more…uncivilized art of war. I am amassing an army. I have my soldiers. I have my commanders. But my army is missing just one thing. I need a general. And it just so happens that you are a perfect fit!
“Now you are beginning to see the bigger picture here!! I can stop death, I can reverse what’s been done to you, and in return, you will lead my armies and help me obtain the goal I have sought after for hundreds of years.
“I see something in you that your petty king Brickman never did. I see untamed fury, wild hatred, raw strength, and above all, potential. Why throw it all away chasing after a band of worthless thieves when you can conquer a whole world with it!? Stop looking at the finer details and focus on the big picture. Together, we can release our fury on this world, and when the ashes settle, we can make it better. What do you say? Do we have a deal?” Blavier groans with terror.
“Good. Good. Welcome to the ranks, General Blavier. Oh, and I forgot to mention. You must be…well,” Stan chuckles, “you can’t really be alive for my magic to take effect on you.” The darkness begins to close in again as the cloaked figure walks away. Blavier lets out one final groan of terror, and is consumed by shadow.
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Things are going downhill, I think. 
Things are going downhill, I think.